They fear me. I wish I could say that it is all for the good of the world
that I kill them slowly and give them a taste of what they have made
others feel, but that would be a lie. Turns out, I have a lust for
blood and get off on making THEM my slave. They may be way past being
offended at that point, but I sure enjoy my living dead boys.

Just one small problem. I am falling for my newest conquest and don't know
anymore if I want to tie him up and kill him slowly. He supposedly
sexually assaulted a woman horribly ten years ago and is currently on
parole for the crime, but something about those genuine sea green
eyes and that beguiling mouth makes me weak. I still want to tie him
up but what I want to do to him- will make us both scream.

Something about his darkness and pain calls to my own, and he knows I could
kill him at any time, but still fights to possess me in every
dripping, consuming and tantalizing way.

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How can I admit to myself that I have fallen for the one thing I fear the
most? I should kill him, as I have visited bloody death on many
others just like him but...

Instead I have let him inside me. Deeply, painfully and with all-consuming
psychotic passion. My body hums when he hurts it, as he's brought out
a hidden side of me that thrives off his rough touch. I have never felt so alive.

Here he is by my side as we travel the country, staying in the finest
hotels and savagely getting revenge on those who have sexually
tortured me. What a ride. Kill, rough sex. Try to kill each other,
more rough sex... And repeat.

But something changes my dark lover with each kill and I fear I will lose
him forever. The blood thirsty beast he struggles to keep locked up
within thrashes against its cage, and I don't know how much time we
have left together. Oh, but I WILL make the most of it.

I
want to be shoved down and f***** brutally. Call me horrible things... make me
submit. Bite me, scratch me, hit me. I want to hurt when it's over. I like it
when I have no power...

How
can I admit to myself that I have fallen for the one thing I fear the most? I
should kill him, as I have visited bloody death on many others just like him
but...

Instead I have let him inside me. Deeply, painfully and with all-consuming
psychotic passion. My body hums when he hurts it, as he's brought out a hidden
side of me that thrives off his rough touch. I have never felt so alive.

Here he is by my side as we travel the country, staying in the finest hotels
and savagely getting revenge on those who have sexually tortured me. What a
ride. Kill, rough sex. Try to kill each other, more rough sex... And repeat.

But something changes my dark lover with each kill and I fear I will lose him
forever. The blood thirsty beast he struggles to keep locked up within thrashes
against its cage, and I don't know how much time we have left together. Oh, but
I WILL make the most of it.

Vicious Faith

Serial Murderess Volume 3

My enemy becomes my lover...

“Please let me go,” I say.

He takes a deep breath. “I can’t. Why don’t you see that you are
meant for me? You’re a killer, you’re a sexual predator, and my
dark soul demands I take yours. I need to **** your body mercilessly
and make you scream from beneath me. I have no choice because I’ve
never wanted anything so bad.”

His lips move to ear. “Say you want me, Faith.” He sucks my neck into
his mouth and the ache feels good. He leaves bruises. “I will do anything.”

I cringe and stare into nothingness. This is my way out. If he has
become obsessed with me because I escaped him years ago, because his
best friend wants me, and because I challenge him, then I can use it
to escape. I refocus and allow my demoness to take hold. “I
shouldn’t want you James.”

He moves inside me, lifting me up and forcing me back down over his
thickness and I cry out. “But you do,” he breathes.

I won’t make it that easy. “You excite me. You make my body sing
and scream at the same time.” His **** rubs through me igniting
incredible sensations and I haven’t lied to him yet. “I want
you,” I say breathlessly. He feels so good because this is so bad
and my sanity is being pushed to the limit. I run my fingers across
the shaved sides of his head and rip his blond hair backward. I ride
him hard. “You’re beautiful,” I say, trying to breathe.
“Because you tear me to pieces.”

He grasps my hips, the killer who has never gotten off without hurting a
woman first, and digs his fingers into my flesh. With a desperate
kiss, his eyes roll back and his body tenses in anticipation...

Charity used to be a Registered Nurse in California, and though she doesn't
use her two degrees in the field anymore, they have helped her with
her real passion- writing. She happily writes the day away using her
in depth Anatomy, Physiology and Psych background to make her death
scenes more real and her killers more... colorful. But it's not all
about the blood, because more than anything she loves hot romance.
Her heroine is kick-ass and her men are all the dangerous and
gorgeous beasts you love to hate.

Her style is beautifully gruesome and inspired by Interview With The
Vampire, Buffy, and True Blood. She lives in the beautiful university
city of Columbia, MO with her incredible husband and three girls, and
loves yoga almost as much as living and writing in her own fantasy world.